Lyrics: Edrick Valentino/Kristian Hinanay
Music: Edrick Valentino/Kristian Hinanay
Watch your mother****in’ tone when you’re talkin’ to the king boi
Get yo facts straight when you talkin to the king boi
Your cover has been blown bow down to the king boi
Ain’t sittin’ on my throne it belongs to the king boi
Watch your mother****in tone bitch
If you don’t, finna get your throat stitched
You finna get a cross-stitch
All my bars sharp like damascus
Come near, you finna get a crimson mask bitch
Lettin’ my bars flow
Lettin’ my bars go
Like a semi-automatic
That’s erratic
Bustin’ like an addict in the attic
I'm feeling manic
A villain in a plot
Making everyone tragic
I’m feeling like I’m Thomas Shelby
Smoking cigarettes & I’m hella wealthy
I got CAP$HOP representin’ with me
By order of the Peaky ****ing Blinders with me uh
Y’all tryna diss me?
Hiding behind your ****ing anime dps?
Hiding behind your cartoon-ass pfps?
Yo what the ****?
Y’all don’t even have the balls to face me
All your ****ing hate it just only propels me
You call that a diss? now you just impelled me
Better shut your mouth if you don’t rap
Y’all took the bait like a mousetrap
You said that I look like Dream?
Well thank you
I’ll take it as a compliment, no argument
But I’ll tell you in my sentiment
Right now I am in my own element
That this ain’t no dream, this ain’t no scheme
I'm man enough to be seen to be streamed
Be hated to the extreme, no in between
Cause I’m priceless in the middle of a crisis BITCH
Watch your mother****in’ tone when you’re talkin’ to the king boi
Get yo facts straight when you talkin to the king boi
Your cover has been blown bow down to the king boi
Ain’t sittin’ on my throne it belongs to the king boi
Watch your mother****in tone bitch
If you don’t, finna get your throat stitched
You finna get a cross-stitch
All my bars sharp like damascus
Come near, you finna get a crimson mask bitch
Woah
Pass me the green man I feel like the goat
They say that the scene ain't for me and it's closed
Tho it may seem I might smash thru the door when I'm makin' these streams everytime that I flow
Cookin' I cook it with condiments
Never let critics put down all your confidence
Theres value in that so acknowledge it prolly grow faster with critics than complements
So **** it Imma bust the roof as I elevate
Always been using music so I relevate
Play the beat on loop the booths where I meditate
Always spoke the truth it's proof that I'm literate
So I don't give a ****
They tryna pull me down but we keep on moving up
Representing for my town and they showing us some love
We producing all the sound and we doing it for fun
All these haters really makes me sick
I keep ignoring em cuz they won't make me rich
but this time Imma say keep on hating bitch
Throwing shade off someone who be making it
You bitches fake as shit
I be chilling in my studio making hits
While I'm rolling with the team we be staying lit
Keep on killing it ‘cause they won’t make me quit